It began when several countries, of which Russia was the largest, suddenly underwent a radical transformation. And I do mean suddenly. A coup normally takes weeks to prepare and a few days at least to fully execute. Within minutes, every political, financial, judicial, media and religious leader of any kind in the countries affected was gone. Every one of the countries announced that they were now an absolute dictatorship, that no form of authority other than the ruler would be allowed to operate, and that they were withdrawing immediately from the community of nations at large and going into absolute isolation. No trade agreements, all borders were being closed, anyone (including foreign diplomats) not a resident of the country was being immediately kicked out, and all the countries' diplomats, ambassadors, etc., from the old regime were no longer welcome and had had their citizenship revoked. They would have to fend for themselves in whatever country they had been assigned to. Oh, and all residents who were currently playing tourist in other countries had a choice: either return immediately (transportation would be provided) or not return ever.
The really strange thing was that all the new dictators were female. And within a day they had issued decrees, backed by armed forces consisting entirely of women, reducing all males to a state of slavery. Yes, there was resistance. Within hours it was brutally crushed. The only job men had was to work in the fields under the strict eye of the women - think Black slaves in the US in the 1830's working under the eye of a foreman with a whip - and produce enough food to feed the country.
And no new information was forthcoming. It's like those countries had dropped off the map entirely.
After some extremely delicate negotiations, one of the new dictators agreed to allow me, an emissary from what was left of the world community, to have a meeting with one of her representatives. The meeting would be recorded both on audio and video and afterwards, a copy delivered back to my government. We chose an English-speaking country, as the dictator assured us that all of the new dictators operated in identical fashion - "seen one, you've seen them all," as Governor Reagan once said about redwood trees. And based on the evidence, they did all seem to operate in identical fashion.
Their government sent a private plane to pick me up. I was the only passenger. When I boarded, a meal was already laid out: I ate it before takeoff. The flight was only four hours long, so I wouldn't need additional food before landing.
Upon arrival, I was first fed another meal, then escorted by female soldiers to a room whose primary feature was a large bed. And I do mean large: four people could fit comfortably on it. There was a bathroom, fully equipped (bathtub, sink, toilet, and what appeared to be a hot tub) off to the side.
"We have found," said one of the departing soldiers, "that it's a lot easier to have productive discussions when you and your partner are comfortable. Go ahead and strip down, Alan. Make yourself at home. Our emissary is named Marcia: she will join you in about 15 minutes."
Well, that was certainly a... unique... perspective on things. Most countries believed in dressing up for negotiations and sitting in conference rooms with high ceilings and having big formal dinners with staffs and agendas and presentations and all sorts of other rigmarole. But here, it was, "OK, get comfortable, and negotiate while naked on a bed or in a hot tub."
I could easily identify the cameras and microphones present, as the recordings would have to be clear when given back to my government. Well, when in Rome, you shoot Roman candles. I made a pit stop, stripped, tested the bed (very comfortable), then headed into the hot tub and turned on the bubblers. It was quite relaxing, all right.
"Hello. I'm Marcia."
The naked woman standing by the hot tub was a tall, busty redhead. I estimated her breasts as D-cups, minimum. Her body was thick without being obese. Her generous ass looked amazing as she slowly turned around, letting me see every inch of her. Her legs were strong and toned, her thighs perfection.
I put my jaw back in place. "I'm Alan. Pleased to meet you. Won't you join me?"
"Gladly."
Marcia climbed into the hot tub and settled herself next to me. Her body seemed to give off an overpowering aura of sexuality.
"So, I've been charged with finding out why the men in your country have been suddenly reduced in status."
"The alternative was worse. Or perhaps better, depending on your point of view. Would you prefer to be alive, on Earth, and the slave of a beautiful woman who suffers you to live and restricts her own feeding, while pleasuring you but never letting you fully climax, or would you prefer to return with her to Hell, where every time you climax, you die and are then brought back to life, only to have her kill you over and over again and then revive you in an endless cycle?"
"Did you say... Hell?"
Marcia's eyes glowed red, and small red wings appeared on her back. Short, curved horns grew from her forehead.
"I said Hell. It's my home, and that of my sisters."
Well, that explained that.
"And why have so many of you suddenly appeared?"
"Let's just say it wasn't our decision. The higher powers opened some portals and gave us our instructions as to where to enter."
"So you have no intention of conquering the other countries on the planet?"
"Correct. We are where we are. We'll eventually use up the remaining men in the countries we possess and return with them to Hell."
"What happened to the human women in these countries when you took over?"
"Great question! The women and children were taken off of Earth and given a choice of where they wanted to go. Some of them agreed to join us - it's not at all bad where we are - and the others were taken in by the boring place."
"And the ones who joined you..."
"Yes, the adult women were made into succubi. You'd be surprised how many of them were thrilled at the chance to dominate and control their husbands/boyfriends. Especially the ones who had been in a relationship where the man had previously been a dominating jerk."
"I wouldn't be the least bit surprised, actually. That makes a lot of sense."
"Any other questions?"
"What do you plan to do with me?"
"You and I will spend the night here. If you choose not to have me make you cum, you will return to your country tomorrow morning - we leave this place at 10 AM, your flight out is scheduled for 10:30 - and move on with your life. Otherwise, you and I will return to my home, and your fate will be to spend eternity in bed with me, dying every time you cum and then being revived by me."
"And what if I fall asleep and you make me cum while I'm sleeping?"
"Allow me to clarify. Our powers only work if the human is in a state where they can actually give consent. If I blow you while you're asleep and make you cum, that doesn't activate them."
"OK. That makes sense."
Marcia moved over so she was pressed against me.
"Enough talking, Alan. Let's move to the sex part of the evening."
She took my hand, and we climbed out of the hot tub and dried off before climbing on to the bed.
